Chase Fields' humiliating words ignited a fire in Wendy Moore's chest. Consumed by fury, she raised her other hand to slap his left cheek, but he intercepted it effortlessly. "Didn't get enough last night? Want another slap?"
Chase's long, powerful fingers tightened around her slender wrist, threatening to crush it. Pain furrowed her brow; her eyes turned red, like a defiant yet wounded little beast. She shouted recklessly, "Chase Fields! Let me go! I may be unworthy, but are you any better? When you were exchanging heated glances with Nancy Ford behind your brother's back, you were far more despicable than me!"
He shoved her hard against the unyielding wall. His dark eyes glared at her, icy and menacing. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
The violent impact twisted Wendy's delicate face
